Battle and Sex Is All A Primordial Fiend Needs - Chapter 461: Discipline 2

“No, that’s considerate,” Seth chuckled as he stared at the quickly approaching red light covered in spinning qi and wind flying towards him. The building where Seth and Basco had come and found Dinzel was a three-storied building with Dinzel and his sex partner having been on the second floor.

Now, as Dinzel shot toward the duo, or Seth in particular, he was heading for the second floor. With his rage in control, he gave no care for the multiple buildings and lives his reckless release of qi caused as he moved.

Lightsvεl ?οm Luckily, Basco was there. When he saw that Seth wasn’t going to do anything about Dinzel’s impulsive behaviour, he blurred, and with blue lightning pouring all around his body, he grabbed Dinzel by what could only be a tail—Dinzel’s tail. Smashing the air like he was walking on it, Basco spun him around and then threw him towards Seth. His actions cancelled out Dinzel’s reckless outpour of qi, making him nothing but a harmless comet shooting towards Seth.

Basco’s actions were so fast and rapid that not even the dozens of people who had come out in haste and fear, looking at Dinzel, had seen him. To them, one second Dinzel was giving off the aura of a beast that was prepared to go on a rampage and destroy everything in its path. Then the next second, all the menacing aura that he had been giving out was gone, and all that was left was a body sailing through the air.

While the people down below tried to make sense of what was happening, with the cultivators dreading the thought of intervening, Dinzel, who was at the center of attention at the moment, was lost on what was happening to him.

At the moment, Dinzel felt like he was in a dream because he just couldn’t understand how he, who had been charging forward and transforming into his epic most powerful form, had been sent flying with a very stinging cheek. When he had charged once more at full power, he had suddenly been manhandled in the air and thrown like he was nothing but a ball.

While Dinzel felt lost, there was another emotion within him that surpassed his confusion, and it was anger. Dinzel knew the amount of strength he had buried within him. He could feel it when his mother transformed him. Even now, as he stood with his two horns and tail waving behind him, he could feel his entire being raging at the fact that he himself was being treated like nothing but a toy. Just as he could arrive at the resolution to destroy everyone that dared to undermine him, he felt his fight be halted and his left shoulder be caught in a tight grip.

With his flight put to a stop, Dinzel hastily came out of his mind monologues, opening his eyes to see what had caught him. He had always kept his soul sense active, yet he sensed nothing in his path.

“You,” Dinzel said, surprise on his face at seeing Seth before him because even now, he could not feel the bastard with his soul sense.

“Ehh, yeah, me Dinzel, hello. Were you expecting someone else?” Seth asked, really not understanding why Dinzel would be surprised to see him. Before Dinzel could offer him an explanation, Seth applied more force to his hands, and like a well-oiled lever, Dinzel quickly went down until he was on both knees.

“Now for a proper introduction. Good day, Dinzel. My name is Evary Seth, and in case you didn’t know, I am the progenator of you, your mother, and every other being in the world that is a supreme. Do you understand that?” Seth asked, seeing a look of surprise and then confusion once more. Seth didn’t give the confused man any chance to explain as he continued speaking. “I don’t care about your respect, I don’t want your respect, I don’t need your respect, but when I say jump, you ask how high. Is that clear?”

After Seth finished saying his next piece, he stayed silent and looked at Dinzel for an answer. When he saw a look of disgust appear on the man’s face, a grin appeared on his own face. “Fuck you, bastard,” Dinzel replied. With his grin turning into a smile, Seth spoke.

“Good reply. It wouldn’t be fun if you were like Alice or Basco here, all good and full of self-control,” Seth said, chuckling to himself and then laughing at Dinzel. At first, Dinzel’s face was twisted when he noticed Seth began laughing longer than normal, but then his expression changed to grimace as he noticed Seth’s grip on his shoulder beginning to tighten, threatening to pierce into his skin by the time a few seconds had passed.

Feeling the pain in his shoulder just from being gripped by Seth’s bare hands sent a jolt through Dinzel. With a roar, he sent his qi flooding his qi pathways, wanting to empower himself as he tried to push himself to his feet. To his dismay, he found himself not even budging an inch. With Seth’s left hand over his face as he laughed, his right hand casually placed on Dinzel’s shoulder, and as Dinzel watched him continue with his crazy fit of laughter, dread began filling him as he could do nothing but watch his shoulder be casually crushed.

“Don’t go tightening your lips, Dinzel. This isn’t your punishment or anything; this is just a warm-up. The real pain and seduction come now,” Seth said. As soon as he spoke those words, his right arm became encased in blue lightning, and with a wicked grin on Seth’s face, this lightning came pouring into Dinzel.

“uarghhhhhhhh”

………….

“Well, that should be properly taken care of,” a smiling Seth said, stretching left and right and then turning to his left to look at Basco, who had decided to join him in the air.

“So, what’s next?” Seth said, grinning.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been following me around since we met. I doubt it’s because you’re a loyal member of the clan or an admirer of mine. What do you want?”

“Alice is on a rampage,” Basco said.

“So you want me to stop her?” Seth guessed.

“Well, that was the initial plan, but not anymore.”

“Dorian suggested it would be better if both you and I join her.”

“Good, I’m itching for a fight, but I guess spilling some expensive blood isn’t bad. Lead the way,” Seth said with a laugh, ready to leave and not sparing a glance at the shivering young man who was at his feet.